American Pie Presents: Band Camp Page #4

and get a good night's sleep because...

starting tomorrow, we have

many, many exciting activities planned...

not the least of which is

the race for the Tall Oaks Cup.

So let the games begin.

Bandeez Gone Wild.

Scene One. Party hombre.

It's called Strip Trivia. We made it up.

It's a Band Camp tradition.

"Fourth and Long," "Sextuplets,"

"Banging Babes," and "Who Blew Me?"

This looks like my kind of game.

Shall we play?

You sit in the middle.

Your game, my seating chart.

Sit a little closer, ladies.

Don't be scared. It's all right.

Okay...

the rules are simple.

You choose a category and a question...

and every time you miss, you strip.

Hell, yeah.

- I'll go first. "Who Blew Me?"

- Good.

I am a silver Stradivarius trumpet

played by a Pulitzer Prize winner.

Who blew me?

- Yeah, like I'd know.

- Sorry.

Lose the shoes, and pick again.

You didn't tell me this sh*t was about music.

- Well, it is Band Camp, moron.

- Hey, to be fair...

maybe we should just give him a head start.

All right. Yeah.

Okay, all right. All right.

What's wrong with you?

Scared to show off the mosquito bites?

I've matured since the fourth grade, Matt.

Have you?

Oh, I've got 10 pounds of dangling maturity

right here, Leesy.

- Quit calling me that.

- Okay, okay, moving on.

- Matt, just pick another question, please.

- All right, screw it. Whatever.

There you go. Suck on that.

- Fourth and Long.

- Sure, no problem.

Of Beethoven's major symphonies,

which has the longest fourth movement?

All right, I see where this is going.

Fine, you win.

I free ball, ladies.

Got to let the big boys breathe.

All right, we play by my rules now.

Football questions only.

Prepare to strip, ladies.

- Wait. But first, does anybody want a beer?

- I do.

The counselors have a secret stash

in the fridge across the hall.

- Would you mind?

- Now we're talking about a f***ing party.

Stiffy'll be back in a jiffy.

I mean, there's nobody around...

and we haven't seen your best side yet.

Yes! We got him.

So busted.

Man, big boys, wake up.

Just gotta turn down the A.C. In there, huh?

Good night, girls.

Sorry, a**hole, game's over.

Yeah, the big boys

will love the long walk home.

Room check, girls.

Oh, sh*t.

- Ditch his clothes.

- Out the window.

All right, who wants a long neck?

Nurse Sanders.

- They set me up.

- He attacked us with pepper spray...

- and ruined our graduation.

- I went there for a friendly game...

Hold it. Hold it. Kids.

Okay...

where are your clothes?

I have them.

- May I ask why?

- Well, they got me naked...

- Oh, whatever. He took his own pants off...

- And they stole my clothes.

And I got stuck up there

with Mrs. Doubtfire checking out my...

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